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i’m working on my dirt.

it’s been raining and the ground is oh-so-moist. god how i love the smell of worms and microorganisms feeding on decaying leaves and other detritus. i’m digging and turning and adding compost and seeding with a cover crop and did i mention that i tripled the size of my garden today while wearing a blouse, plaid wool skirt, knee-highs, mary-jane birkenstocks, my favorite blue sweater-vest, and a tie (well, sort-of… actually just a piece of random fabric rigged to look like a tie)? in the pouring down rain? don’t worry, i wore a hugemongous rain-ish coat belonging to (but never used by) bradley over the top of it all. but my hair did get wet (as the picture might show).

did i tell you about the quince i found? did i tell you about the quince paste i made out of them? or about the raw milk chevre i am going to make to go with the quince paste? did i tell you quite how much i really love fall? life? love? armando’s new-almost-complete album?

get yer own.

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